Chapter 5

Fall arrived, and I was off to college. I went to a state university that wasn’t far from home, but as things worked out, I rarely saw my parents during the school year. I lived and worked on campus, including during breaks except for a couple of days here or there when I’d come home. And when I did ... no change, no hint, no nothing.

I came home that summer. This was bad timing because my parents were remodeling. They were adding a couple of rooms – one as a home office – and expanding the bathroom. But, instead of having it all done by professionals, they had the framing and plumbing put in, but we were going to do most of the rest. So guess who got to help? And help ... and help. Well, I had nothing else to do except spend a few hours a week at my very part-time, part-time job – the only one I’d been able to get -- working at a bookstore.

It was hard work. I’m pretty handy, and ran all the wiring and cable and phone. That was a breeze. Then we had the drywall put on but not taped. Then the hard work began – taping and sanding, taping and sanding. A lot of it above our heads. It was exhausting and I learned something I hadn’t really known – my Mom is a damn hard worker. She’d start the moment she put her morning coffee down. She’d maybe take a 10 minute break here and there through the day, but other than that, it was work, work, work. I could hardly keep up with her! When the end of the day finally came, we’d collapse, sitting next to each other with our backs to the wall with a beer or glass of wine, reviewing the day’s events. That part was fun. Then we’d take our showers and she would then immediately proceed to make dinner (while I usually sat on the couch watching TV). Indefatigable!

One evening, we had hit the showers – well, I was in the process of hitting the shower and Mom was already in hers. I was just about to get into the shower when I heard:

“Honey, did you take the shampoo? There isn’t any shampoo in here.”

As a matter of fact, I had taken the shampoo that morning and forgotten to put it back. I grabbed it, wrapped a towel around myself and headed over to give it to her.

“Here, Mom,” I said, walking into her bathroom. I expected just to hand it to her through the curtain. But before I could, she opened the curtain about half way. Her nude, glistening body came into full view. I stood, momentarily transfixed – not staring directly at any part of her body, but taking in the full view – the sensual curve of her hip, her stunning breasts in partial profile. I could feel my cock rapidly swelling into full erection.

“What’s the matter?” she said.

“Uh, I...” I stammered.

“It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before,” she said, smiling and holding out her hand for the shampoo.

I stepped toward her, the shampoo in my hand. As I handed her the shampoo, I saw her glance down, her eyes focusing on my obvious arousal.

“Oh,” she said. We stood there looking at each other. And then, as if controlled from outside, I took another step toward her. The meaning, given my obviously aroused state, was unmistakable. But, being Mom, she was utterly unphased.

“All right. Come in,” she said, stepping back.

For a second, I stood there, not believing my ears. Then, I was stepping forward and she was turning, stepping the other way to give me room, her back to me. I was no more than 12 inches from her, so we were both partially under the spray. I was at a loss for what to do. She was pouring shampoo into her hand and putting it on her hair, starting to rub. I could see she had closed her eyes. I reached for the soap and rubbed it between my hands, working up a lather. Then, after a few seconds of final hesitation, I tentatively placed my hands on her back and started to move up and down, washing her back. She was still shampooing her hair. My strokes grew longer, running down the full length of her back to the top of her buttocks, and then up her sides, feeling the swell of her breasts, and then down again and around to her tummy.

My cock was sticking straight out, rock-hard. I thought about moving it against that wonderful, soapy body, but I didn’t want to rush anything, so I kept my front away from her as my hands ran up and down her sides again. And then to her tummy again, and then up, up, up and oh my God, the feel of those full, firm breasts, lifting them, holding them, soaping them, moving my fingers across her lush nipples, taking them between my finger and thumb and gently squeezing. She was leaning her head into the spray now, washing off the shampoo, her arms still lifted, giving me full access to her incredible breasts. I held them in my hands, gently rolling and squeezing the nipples into full hardness. Her front was now partially rinsed as well as her hair. I reached for the soap and lathered my hands again and returned them to her breasts. I started to slide my hands all around them, paying special attention to the nipples, squeezing both simultaneously, a little harder. As I did, I heard her suck in her breath.